Captain Maximus: A Narrative Fiction

“So where are you taking my daughter-in-law and the kids for vacation this year?” she asked, switching the subject.

"I don't know how this will end nor where or in what condition you and me will finish, but I'm sure of one thing. You will be with Kristoff."

"A column of orcs was just seen heading towards the town Sir." the soldier said quickly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It

"Let's have the cart," he said, beckoning to Raz as he and Brike put their head coverings on. So the fox threw his on as well and fastened it, then pushed the cart up while Brike held the door, but as he was pushing the cart over the threshold, he turned his head to work one of his ears free of a fold in the plastic and paused for a

“Sweet gods, let’s get out of here.” Maxen grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the carriage.

“Which way, do we-” The sound of footsteps quickly brought Vincent’s words to a halt, both realizing they were not alone.

“Don’t you know Thessalia? The sentries spoted a ship! You have to get ready for battle!” Chloe said.

There was no back for that young Captain; there was no back for all of us caught in these stupid wars somehow melted into one complicated and unresolvable conflict... And if everything was not so sad, it would have been just funny, because that war, as all other wars, could have been easily avoided and the whole country could have prospered after a death of our idolized leader with his white toy poodles... But, there was no will, especially the good will, nor smartness, just an endless hunger for power and money... and endless stupidity... the worst combination of personal characteristics...

She was enveloped in a blue aura that resembled her eyes, resembled her entire wardrobe as she kept popping in and out of reality. Laughing, she ran a hand through her short hair and teleported ahead yet again. Completely enclosing herself, she stopped teleporting and jumped into the air, the aura stronger and moving her at a fast speed. Needless to say, Adonis was getting pretty damn tired of using his speed boots.

“When are you leaving town? Today would probably be a good idea. Don’t think I don’t see that look in your eye. You need to get away from here- for your sake.”

There was a wood that was very strange, filled with cat beasts, fire ants and maybe some half man half birds. This is a tale of these majestic animals, a tale of clans and war. Trouble was stirring in the lizard clan. There had been a call for war from the viper clan, a group of poisonous snakes with deadly venom. Maximus, the lizard leader had almost been killed when an assassination had been attempted in which ten guards had been killed.

“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning to sail my ship.” The captain cried out, to everyone to tell them about him and his ship.

“YEAH!” shouted some of the animals. Harry the Hedgehog didn’t think that was such a good idea.

The Captain walked over to his chair, he sat down in the seat, he put the key in the ignition and started the engine of the ship. He made sure everyone was at their proper stations, before he took the ship out into deep space. Octavia and I Were in the back room, putting on our uniforms and grabbing our Weapons, for the mission. Octavia grabbed a giant iron sword from off the stand on the wall, she then turned and looked at me, with a big grin. She said “ You want to see something really cool !!” I thought. For a second or two, if I should be worried or not, Then I answered with a loud and resounding. “Yes!!” She then raised the sword, then struck the solid steel bench, that we had been sitting on with all her might. She had cut it, completely in half, with only a sword and brute strength. I could not believe it, that with only a sword and her own

He hastily dashed towards the acorn pile that lay a strew in the squirrels home. One acorn, two, three, four. The chipmunk quickly grabbed a fifth only to turn to face a large grey squirrel, twice his size and looming over him with look of furiosity in how he stood. His spindly grey fur stoop high on his back, his tail raised nearly to the roof of his provisional home, legs perched and ready to pounce on the chipmunk, ripping him to shreds.